There are so many spaces to get lost in. I often get lost in them.

The First Time, The Only Time

Do you remember the first time
You saw death
On the side of the highway
From Kentucky to Ohio
Over the river
Going to work in the
Seven AM traffic jam

Two cops leaned against the concrete
One cop stuck a black boot out
Nudged the guy’s leg
Shook his head
As you had a tug of war
Between the clutch and gas
Looked around for a car
For something
The motorcycle
Was somewhere else
So far away